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Who: Laura Kinney & OPEN
What: Laura leads a busy life. Also, fuck the police.
Where: Specifically mentioned are Aspic, the Arena in Griss Twist, and the Spatters, but she can be anywhere.
When: Ruudary 19th-22nd
Notes: Laura is a highly unsocial character -- I WANT YOUR CR /GRABS HEADS but like, she won't strike up conversations with strangers and she won't say very much at a time if she does speak, so uh. There's that. Doing Stuff she can respond to is probs better.
Warnings: Violence is very possible! Otherwise, to be added as needed.

( so destined I am to walk among the dark, a child in keeping secrets from. )

hexing

Who: Wanda Maximoff and Remy LeBeau.
What: A trip up to a balcony. Three years' RP canon culminates in something awesome.
Where: East Gidd!
When: Veerdi evening.
Notes: :)
Warnings: Fucking adorable. Uh, idk, they're a couple, it's great.

( i'd feel you burning bright to guide me home. )

norea

Who: The present anti-CL team.
What: Meeting to discuss.
Where: Lost Society, in the library.
When: Misdi, around midnight.
Notes: plotsss. I'll have three comment sections: one for Rhade showing up early, one for the collective group (we'll have to sort out orders since there are quite a few characters), and one for separate character interactions (one on one or whatever y'all prefer). AND... we will have to copypaste in our tags from LJ, soooo.
Warnings: idk yet.

The spell that Hasibe has worked over Lost Society means that no one is going to remember they were there; service will be a bit spotty, as a result, and the waiters on hand will seem peculiarly disinterested in whomever shows up, only providing them with drinks and necessities when deliberately prodded, but that's an aspect of the magic. She partially chose this location because it's easy to find a secluded area there, and in this case, she finds a table in the library, shrugging off her white coat to rest it on the back of her chair. She is dressed in a sleek, high-collared dark-green dress that is not too flashy, in order to keep with the discretion of the venue.

The other reason she chose this place is that they don't care if you smoke indoors. So that's what she's doing, rose-flavored Black Devil cigarette in hand, sitting back in her chair as she exhales smoke toward the ceiling. She has a couple books open on the table in front of her, and nothing in the way of food, but she does have a drink. Priorities.

timewreck

Who: Kiden and Remy
What: Doing what people do after grocery shopping?
Where: THE HOUSE OF LOL
When: Day after this thread.
Warnings: Kiden's mouth.

Even though she's been homeless again for only over a year, getting back into the routine of living in a house with other people is still weird to Kiden. Last time, she knew her roommates back to front. Here she only really knows--and trusts--Laura, but as the days pass, comfort sets in and Kiden will actually speak when she sees Wanda or Remy or even one of Wanda's around the place. A less sullen Kiden is always a good thing.

She doesn't really know if Remy invited her along to the store to keep her busy, out of trouble, or because he wanted her company. Whichever one it is, Kiden did manage to slip a pack of chocolate sandwich cookies into the cart that she heads for first as soon as they bring in the bags of groceries, so she doesn't care in the end. Stuffing a cookie into her mouth whole before actually settling down to work, she makes an attempt to toss a box of pasta onto a high cabinet shelf. Doing things the right way is for losers.

cerebral

Who: Charles Xavier & Remy LeBeau, later Erik Lehnsherr.

What: ...someone isn't handling integration well.

Where: Near the fog.
When: Newdi early afternoon.

Notes: Mind horrors.
Warnings: None.

It had started out with good intentions. No, that's a lie. It had started out with Charles telling himself that this was a walk like any other, while he kept the real reason why he took that particular route at the back of his mind.

The fog bothered him. He could accept the gods as extraordinarily powerful beings, although he questioned their self-proclaimed divine status. He could accept magic and had already began to read various introductory books on thaumoturgy. But there were few solid facts about the fog --it was there, it gated them in and it contained monsters, but the rest was up to speculation.

And in the meantime, every part of him was railing against the idea of being trapped in this city. Perhaps if Raven, or Hank, or any of the other younger mutants were here, he would have put on a brave face and tried to handle things better for them. When it was himself--

But it wasn't only himself, there was Erik. And Erik was going out into the wilds while telling him not to, which only gave him more reason to worry.

At least, Charles thought, he had no intention of entering the gloom in front of him (although it only assuaged his guilt a little.) All he needed was to be near enough to let his mind wander into the great vastness before him.

After a long time staring at it, he closed his eyes, put two fingers to his temple and searched.

What he found was in some ways much, much worse than the rumours or his own imagination.

timewreck.livejournal.com

hexing

Who: Wanda and Remy
What: Investigating the catacombs and tunnels under the city
Where: ... the tunnels
When: Mid-evening, Misdi
Notes: PLOTS
Warnings: Stand by.

Subterranean tunnels are not exactly a new one on any superhero (or villain) from Wanda and Remy's world. Dark, dank, creepy, and prone to unsettling sounds--at this point, Wanda is no longer as fazed as she probably ought to be, but that doesn't mean she's letting her guard down. She navigates the tunnels with care, keeping some attention on where Remy is. While she doubts they'll get separated for any reason, the flashlight she carries only illuminates so much of the tunnel up ahead, and the steady drip of liquid makes it hard to focus on any other sounds that might indicate another presence in the area.

However, something does sneak through. Wanda stops, looking up at Remy.

"Did you hear that?"

It sounds like electricity--almost akin to television static. It's very quiet, but it's also constant.

fuckin_thirsty

Who: Deacon Frost and Remy Lebeau
What: Because there's no 'I' in 'team'.
Where: Eliandre's temple in Griss Twist.
When: Two days after this.

They don't lock the doors, here, after dark. One of those places that understands its clientele and the needs of Baedal's citizenry. The dead don't have to worship death, necessarily, but they should at least feel at home.

Wooden doors engraved with justice scales are tested and pushed open by white hands. Inside, the light is kept with fire and electrical lamps that hang from bare rafters, and the space is wide, stone and wood, and there's the scent of dust and preserved hunting trophies - the heads of boars, deer, and even one dusty looking lion with glass eyes mount the walls. Wide windows, set with glass in defiance of the old world sensibilities, show in the nightlife city light, the artificial ambiance beamed off a cloudy sky in ghosting light pollution as opposed to genuine moonshine.

But that's alright too.

It's well after sunset, by now, and Deacon possibly seems out of place in expensively cut and fitted clothes, too much a businessman to be considered a hunter welcomed in this environment, or so appearances would have it seem. He doesn't light a cigarette, but he does absently toy with a silver lighter in jacket pocket as he roams in further, shiny shoes obtrusively sounding against the hard floor.

23rd

Who: Laura, Kiden & Remy
What: Laura drags home ~~a stray~~ her friend because it is unacceptable to eat garbage when there are people to help you, Kiden.
Where: Wanda and Remy's house, Abrogate Green
When: Shortly after this.
Notes: None.
Warnings: Probably some foul language.

( then tricky got me in )

bangyoudead.livejournal.com

Who: Gambit, X-23, and six dead Candlelighters.
What: After several weeks of lead-chasing in the underground, Remy pins down a black market transaction being shipped by the Candlelighters. He and Laura go to investigate. Results are varied.
Where: The western outskirts of Howl Barrow.
When: 3am, Coardi.
Notes: Co-written.
Warnings: Violence.

Gambit leaves when it's been dark for hours; not so late to be truly suspicious, not early enough to be out doing anything wholly innocent. He's not surprised when a slim figure falls in step behind him halfway down the walk – he hadn't heard Laura leave the house, nor had he specifically invited her along, but that she knows (or knows enough to decide he needs minding -- she hasn’t forgotten the incident with Lady Sinister) isn't something he questions.

Their mark is across the city on the edges of Howl Barrow, near where it begins to thin out into the Spatters. It's not a bad area, exactly, but it's one that slips by under the radar of the Militia – not enough upstanding citizens here for them to care about, and too near Hellsing for any real supernatural threats to get going in earnest – which makes it one of the varied, perfect pockets for underground shipment paths of the black market. It was a long shot, weaving these leads together, but nobody reads between the lines of cooked books and bookie ledgers like Remy LeBeau does, and that's how all rackets get busted eventually: fucking up the numbers. Using the documents saved from the ant-infested houses as a guide for his systematic tracking, something eventually pinged on the radar: ( Candlelighters. )

hexing

Who: Wanda, Remy, and Erik.
What: HI DAD WHAT'S GOING ON TOTALLY NOT MAKING SURE YOU HAVEN'T FORMED THE BROTHERHOOD OR ANYTHING
Where: The Inn!
When: Thursday
Notes: None atm.
Warnings: TBA.

During the journey from their little house in Abrogate Green to the Inn, Remy and Wanda had plenty of time to compose a 'plan of attack' for this meeting--but Wanda knows full well that no matter what they plan, she'll still lose a tiny bit of her grip on things around this young iteration of Magneto. Her desire to check up on him is as founded in the worry he'll start to do something dangerous--dangerous for everyone--as it is general concern for his well-being.

All in all, it is always complicated with this family. So she's glad she brought food (her home cooking, Transian Romani style) and Remy both. When she turns up at the Inn, she inquires as to the floor and room Erik is on, and heads up there.

bangyoudead.livejournal.com

Who: Remy LeBeau and Laura Kinney.
What: ~reunion.
Where: Around town, ending on the east side.
When: Over the course of the last few days; presently.
Notes: all the feels
Warnings: TBA.

( we believe it and i believe tonight )

rhinemaid

Who: Ilde, Remy and Erik
What: Erik needs 'reading material', and also a beer. Remy and Ilde are here to help.
Where: A riverside restaurant and bar of Remy's choosing.
When: After this log and this post.
Notes: I'M SORRY I'M ALL OVER THE LOG COMM >_>
Warnings: Mentions of blood and sex.

While Ivan may ordinarily be a light sleeper, the intoxicating nature of Ilde's blood tends to knock him out like the dead (so to speak--) and when she disentangles herself to pack up her sealed bag for the water, he doesn't stir. The folders go into the bag first, followed by clothes she won't have trouble pulling on by the river, a pair of shoes and her purse. She leaves it open, sitting on the end of her bed in Ivan's shirt to call Remy and Erik both before she leaves (letting Erik know she's on her way, letting Remy know she had copies handy and she'll bring Erik to the bar) and before she drops the CiD in with everything else and seals the bag. There's something extremely useful about having something she can take into the water with her, and knowing her luck one of these days it's going to get broken, but until then...

Ivan- I've got something to do tonight. I'll be back before morning. If Angus gets in again, just put him out.

Once she's refastened the bracelet she was wearing earlier, she slings the strap of her bag across her body so it'll rest against the back of her hip when she hits the water and lets herself out of the villa to go down to the river. It's familiar territory, by now, and she changes form mid-motion, diving deep down where she knows it best. She has her own landmarks to follow - rivermarks, if you will - and getting to Brock Marsh isn't terribly complicated.

Surfacing when she reaches the bridge, she lingers in the water for a short while, just watching.

baedalites.livejournal.com

Who: The City
What: A Rally in Support of Cruorvores.
Where: Mercer's Square, Aspic
When: AT A CLEVER TIME
Notes: Everyone is welcome, including curious neutrals. NPCs available on request. OOC post.
Warnings: A general spirit of solidarity may be present.

Word has been spreading over the network and on the street. Leaflets have been available at open minded public houses and restaurants. A few of the city's more prominent inhabitants have organized a rally to show support for cruorvore citizens. It is going to be a public event; sanctioned, the leaflet assures, by the state. Speeches will be made, the true colours of the city will be shown. There is a lot of talk about standing up to the sowers of discord.

As the evening of the rally approaches, more and more people gather in the square. All sorts have come out for the event, xenians, humans and people who defy categorization mingle peacefully. A cat watches the proceedings from on top the stage has been erected to one end. The stage has been draped in banners promoting tolerance and acceptance, and small sign near the bottom proclaims it was built with the kind donations from Bloody Sunday, The Zygoda, Howl's Market and certain private citizens, of which there is a list. Some attendees have brought instruments and casually strike up a tune every now and then. Others have brought food, signs or torches as the rally promises to continue well into the night.

hexing

Who: Remy & Wanda.
What: Dealing with some new arrivals.
Where: Their house!
When: After Wanda's conversation with Erik.
Notes: Backdated by a lot.

It would make more sense of her head were spinning. If she were astonished and shaken by the conversation she'd just had. That would be the normal response, Wanda thinks, but she's not normal and nothing about this situation is, either. The only constant is his behavior...and, she knows, something to come home to, after three years of building their ties to one another. She's grateful, as she hurries her way up to the front walk of the little house she and Remy have acquired, aware that it's a luxury she should never take for granted.

(Never again, anyway.)

She pauses, in front of the door. She takes a deep breath. And then, with a steadiness she does genuinely feel--it's not necessarily a good thing, that steadiness of hers, the intent behind her eyes, but she's comfortable with it for right now--she heads inside to see what she's missed.

joiedeviolet.livejournal.com

Who: ~~Kate Bishop~~ Hawkeye and whoever wants to join in.
What: Night patrol, keeping the streets free of violence and people becoming dinner.
Where: Abrogate Green
When: Midnight between Misdi and Coardi
Notes: Come run into her. She is here to halp if you need it and chat if you don't. And perhaps run into fellow superheroes? Also, if you are not familiar with her in her hero role, pretend the costume actually hides her identity?

Abrogate Green. Not one of the high class towns of Baedal, but it's not the lesser desirable sections either. For now, though, it's a familiar area to the young woman who's taking a seat on a random rooftop in the middle of the night. She's dressed in purple spandex from head to toe, accessorized with a pair of sunglasses, a white scarf, and a bow and arrow set that's honestly hard to miss no matter how dark it is.

Suddenly, she jumps to her feet, pulling the string of the bow taut at the same time. She freezes and aims towards her lower left, slowly taking in the shadowy movement that caught her attention. Just a coyote digging in the trash. Nothing to get worked up over. Except... that coyote morphs into a human being--or something that looks like one--and ambles off out of the alleyway. All Kate can do is pull her arms back into a relaxed position and shake her head, not even shocked at werecoyotes and shapeshifters.

Baedal makes Kate feel at home with things like this.

joiedeviolet.livejournal.com

Who: Kate and Remy
What: In which Remy mother hens and fixes a leak. He's a well-rounded man.
Where: Tosh's apartment
When: Mid-morning on Veerdi
Warnings: Nope.

Hopefully nobody in this apartment has been trying to sleep (or stay asleep) for the last twenty minutes or so because Kate's nowhere near being done with blow drying the sheetrock walls of the kitchen in order to ward off mold. In any usual case, she probably wouldn't be on her knees on the tiled floor pointing the dryer at the corner between the sink and the fridge, but with Baedal being Baedal, that mold probably won't stay normal mold for long. It would probably grow a couple of pairs of legs, a few rows of teeth, and an ability to speak and tell the entire city your personal business. And steal your wallet when you weren't looking.

Kate doesn't want to take the chance. Who would?

bangyoudead.livejournal.com

Who: Remy & Tommy.
What: Awkwardness.
Where: House of TBA (it's like House of M, but with less horror!)
When: Presently.
Notes: Knowing is half the battle.
Warnings: None/TBD.

In between bouts of cheerful networking and the things he does under cover of (sometimes literal, sometimes metaphorical) darkness, Remy has a whole host of miscellaneous activities - some he's gotten used to living with Wanda out there in the nexus, others he's only ever had passing experience with. Things that can be skewed as 'domesticity' have always been elusive for him, or colored with a very unique shade. Yes, he's worked at a school - but he taught field combat, primarily, and when he subbed in phys ed they played neuron laser tag. He's rebuilt homes, mansions, redone plumbing, but only ever with the help of people who could move whole walls at a whim.

So it's weird, but in a nice way, to sit outside in the garden and smoke cigarettes and watch chicken slowly change color on the grill. Remy's always been mindful to only smoke outdoors, and the chicken was going to go bad soon, and it's warm enough out for it, and he's got a couple of beers, and... it's really, painfully mundane, and sometimes he wishes he could turn the nervous readiness that exists like a subtextual hum in the back of his head off. Sometimes he wonders if people do this sort of thing and no worry about, hell, Sentinels, at the same time. Must be interesting.

fuckrobertfrost.livejournal.com

Who: OPEN
What: an evening outing
Where: around Brock Marsh, possibly a little further abroad if desired - any setting is fine
When: the evening of his arrival
Notes: this will take place after he meets Kate, naturally, but that thread isn't finished yet so if something comes up, I will edit it in and note that!
Warnings: none

It's comforting to be ignored, as the people of Mog Hill are more or less used to newcomers staring at everything. Still, he doesn't like to play tourist, so John steals looks rather than gaze outright, keeping his head down and radiating a certain irritable unsociability. As he trudges along, glancing here and there, he probably looks a little disreputable — it's the whole slightly unshaven, more than slightly sullen thing. And maybe the furious chain smoking. Which is not really calming him, since he only has the one pack and it's running low already. With that in mind, he eyes what looks like a convenience store and then enters to peruse the cigarette options.

He's traveled quite widely for someone his age, so not seeing any familiar brands doesn't throw him, but it is still a little weird. Scowling at the rack, he hunches his shoulders and tries to collect himself. He needs a job. He needs to get the fuck out of that inn, and get familiar with the city.

He needs to go home, but if this shit happens often enough to have a fucking pamphlet for it, that's probably not happening. God knows he's not exactly indispensable to the Brotherhood, anyway. No one contacted him and that doesn't mean they're not here but it means he's on his own, which he hasn't been for a long time. Purposeless, too. Maybe he should go back to school, however the fuck that works here. He can't really imagine that.

Selecting a brand at random, he then lingers over the available selection of newspapers. Some of them remind him of tabloids, except they're not sensationalist — instead of LIZARDMAN EMERGES FROM FLORIDA SWAMP, EATS PET CAT, it's like LIZARDMAN OFFERING SUBSTANTIAL REWARD FOR RETURN OF LOST CAT. There's a thought. He could go cat hunting.

bonhomme7h.livejournal.com

Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.

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does it cause me scarring if the words stay true

( CLOSED / COMPLETE ) i need your arms to keep me steady.

005; CLOSED. and darling, i saw it all.

» what was the song inside your head?

and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

» what was the song inside your head?

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scorpions, frogs and teamwork: a true story

'cause clever got me this far

cause there ain't no way i'm gonna let you stop me from causing mayhem

no sense in wasting your time.

not a victim of a victim's life

i understand how riots start. i just don't understand why they ever stop.

A Rally in Support of the Hungry Few

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» you can't tell where the darkness begins or it ends

» too many people living in a secret world while they play mothers and fathers

you load sixteen tons, and what do you get

:E

It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

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